Muddy Dreams I can hear!

Good morning is what I hear

Wake up, wake up my friend is morning time

the sun is looking for you, that's what I hear

I can see a village of dancing olive trees

showing off their vibrant greens upon the rolling hills

whispering songs it's what I hear before the morning breeze

Come out and take a walk along the faithful rusty rock wall

and just follow your feet down the winding path

yes, you may surrender your muddy feet to your loving grove after the evening rainfall

Memories of those that once loved this fertile land

lingers as the birds are the only keepers of the unwritten histories

good morning, good morning I can hear them calling me from my Castillian farmland